Come, O Thou Traveler unknown,Whom still I hold, but cannot see;My company before is gone,And I am left alone with Thee;With Thee all night I mean to stay,And wrestle till the break of day.

I need not tell Thee who I am,My misery and sin declare;Thyself hast called me by my name;Look on Thy hands, and read it there!But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.

In vain Thou strugglest to get free;I never will unloose my hold.Art thou the Man that died for me?The secret of Thy love unfold:Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

Yield to me now, for I am weak,But confident in self-despair;Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,Be conquered by my instant prayer.Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move,And tell me if Thy name is Love!